I'm still alive! I'm just getting back into the swing of things from my honeymoon, getting my name changed and stuffs--this scene is just taking a while.

That's what I get for using actual photographs for the background.
At least I get some practice using textures on characters.

Alright, before you is two drawing of my character Sanquin, an odd hybrid experiment thing that was my very first character. She started as a sparkle wolf and sort of grew. But besides that . ..

My art in 2010 was pretty much the left. I thought I had the best art ever, and I drew such beautiful things. Glad I decided to improve. xD

Came up with this design for TEF but decided to hold the auction on DA instead. Still want to show you guys and see if anyone might be interested though :3

This guy is a mix between a deer and a frilled lizard. The folds of skin around its neck can be extended outward in a flashy display. It may also even be able to turn colors - duller and cooler when calm and more red and flashy when angered. Its mouth is lined with sharp teeth and its long tail can be used as a whip to defend itself, a balance for perching on its hind legs or running, as well as the bright red tip being used as a lure for prey.

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The skinny hands of the barren trees reached out from above, trying to grab the fawn as it dashed away quickly. Tiny hooves hit the earth with tiny clips, almost not even making a sound. Cries escaped the little one, she did not slow down.


"Run, run and hide. I will find you again. Be safe."


The last things her mother screamed as a two-legged figure approached the doe and her fawn. A long stick in hand, the ones that go boom.


She ran as fast as her tiny hooves could carry her. A loud bang could be heard.
There, a bush. A hiding spot. The fawn dashed for it, unaware a hole under it.

Falling

falling


falling



down the hole.


Opening her eyes, all was quite.
All was . . . quite?


The young one kept quite for a long time, counting to as high as she could.
seven.

Looking out from under the bush she was under.
No mother, no two-legged figure.

Where was mother?
Mother?


Where was the fawn?



. . . all around her was a forest she had never seen before

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Poor baby Jacklin.
I sort of failed at the background, so I did a very light screenshot to give some depth to the landscape better then what I attempted. weeeeeee.